Week 2

I loved this week since I finally got to come to class, meet everyone, and actually start getting my butt kicked. On boot camp days it's all I think about—12 hours to boot camp, 8 hours to boot camp, two hours—because I know I'm going to sweat and hurt and yell and maybe cry but love every second of it. I love how I feel after I work out. I eat better. That's why I usually love working out first thing in the morning. It changes my whole day. 

That Tuesday we did an interval workout. Of all the different workouts it's not my favorite. Thursday we did the circuit which I really like. It doesn't feel quite so much like working out. We work with a partner and I always push myself harder when I'm with someone else. Competitive—maybe? But also I love the support and I think I'm a pretty good cheerleader. 

A lot of people have been weighing themselves on their own but I don't. I don't own a scale. I think it's just going to bum me out. I feel good. Seeing the same number or worse a higher number will make me feel like a big fat loser.